Fresh Air
On cool autumn eveningsMy mama would always bring A chair or two outsideTo watch her brood playing We mostly ran down country roadsStopping briefly and playing with toads We...
On cool autumn eveningsMy mama would always bring A chair or two outsideTo watch her brood playing We mostly ran down country roadsStopping briefly and playing with toads We...
I’m looking at the flowers by the fieldspinning, spinning, trying not to yield The wind isBlowing, blowingThem away It seems like beauty always goes away I’m not sure why it...